our hearts leave trails of ink behind them crisscrossing elegant colours these trails become words they tell our stories. this is my story. this is the passage of my heart. copyright: all rights reserved - MissUnicornGirl
anomy (n.) lack of social or moral standards in an individual or society *** a collection of sometimes satirical poetry commenting on everything from society, to individuals, to young love and sexuality. lowercase always intended.
we write our stories on the silver black clear canvasses of our lives these are my stories i build them so you can relate and perhaps we won't be so alone *** "I really love these poems. They help me find myself in worlds where there is no one left to find me." - @FieryFandomDragon highest ranking: #350 in poetry l...
we are human and humans are both fragile and far too good at breaking things so we leave trails of broken hearts behind us and perhaps our poems can pick up the pieces and fit them together differently because isn't a mosaic more beautiful than shards of stone? Rankings: #283 as of 20th May 2017 #214 as of 19th July...
Musings on life in the form of poetry, written by a fourteen year old poet.The echoes of a life of change, of beauty, of sunlit days and the songs of love. But also the suicide, depression, and bullying. The self harm and self haters. Because without the dark, how could we see the stars? Warning: this collection conta...
